Body-Wanting Mode

"Hello?" Atma decided to answer the telephone line even though he himself didn't know who the figure behind the string of unknown numbers was.

For quite a long time, Atma waited for a response from the other side until finally he repeated his words once again. Until the telephone connection was disconnected unilaterally, "What does this mean? The phone isn't clear!" Atma was about to slam the flat object in his hand, but before it was released, he realized that the object was not his.

Atma just spent time sitting on the sofa after he finished putting Yandra to sleep, while Clarita had not yet woken up from fainting. He occasionally checked the condition of Yara, who was lying weak with an Infues tube stuck in her left arm. He groaned softly at the thought of the tiny needle piercing the soft skin of the two-week-old baby.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and now the clock on the wall showed 12 noon. The Dhuhur call to prayer also sounded,